Transmigrated Into A Women Dominated World

"Zaeryn! Jyn!"

Instructor Zelda stopped directly above them, her shadow falling over their tangled forms like a judgment. Her arms were crossed, her expression showed calm and cold fury.

"Get up," she commanded, her voice low but just as demanding. "Both of you. Now."

Zaeryn rolled off Jyn smoothly, getting to his feet at once. He didn't look flustered, he looked like a man who had calculated the risk and decided the reward was worth it. He reached down, offering a hand to Jyn.

Jyn took it, letting him haul her up, but her usual brash confidence was visibly shaken. Her face was a deep, burning crimson, and for once, she couldn't seem to find a witty retort. She dusted off her uniform, avoiding Zelda's gaze.

"This is a combat training facility," Zelda made it clear, glaring at the two of them, "It is not a lounge. It is not a dating sim. And it is certainly not a bedroom." She took a step closer, her steel-gray eyes narrowing. "Discipline is the difference between a Warlady and a corpse. Right now? You both look like corpses."

"We were just... sparring," Jyn mumbled, though the excuse sounded weak even to her own ears.

"You were grappling with your tongues," Zelda snapped. "Don't insult my intelligence, Cadet."

She turned her glare on Zaeryn. "And you. This is training time… not whatever you think it is."

"Understood, Instructor," Zaeryn said, keeping his voice neutral.

"Good." Zelda surveyed the room, the other students quickly pretending to be very interested in their own shoelaces, sparring or the ceiling. "Since the two of you clearly cannot be trusted to train together without... distraction... you are done. Find new partners."

She didn't wait for them to choose. She scanned the crowd, her eyes landing on a figure leaning against the far wall with a look of utter boredom.

"Jyn," Zelda said, a cruel smile touching her lips. "You need focus. Discipline. Pain is an excellent teacher for that." She pointed a gloved finger across the room. "You're with Leia."

Jyn's head snapped up, the blood draining from her face. "Leia? B-but, she'll kill me."

Across the room, Leia pushed herself off the wall. Her earlier boredom seemed seemed to evaporate, replaced by a dark, predatory delight as she cracked her knuckles. Her crimson aura flared slightly.

"I won't kill you, Jyn," Leia called out, her voice smooth and dangerous. "But you might wish I had."

"Move," Zelda ordered Jyn, brooking no argument.

Jyn let out a sigh, dragging her feet towards Leia. "Fine."

Zelda turned back to Zaeryn. "And you, Noctis. You need a partner who won't let you get... handsy."

Her gaze drifted past him to where Morticia and Yuna were standing. Morticia looked amused, but Zelda skipped over her, landing on the quiet figure beside her.

"Yuna," Zelda commanded, her gaze landing on the quiet figure beside Morticia. "You are going to spar with Zaeryn."

Yuna straightened, her eyes widening in mild alarm. "Me?" She glanced at Zaeryn, then back at the instructor, her fingers nervously twisting a lock of her hair. "Instructor, I… I have significantly more CQC training. I don't want to… accidentally break him."

Even though it was true that she had more CQC than him, the truth was that, that wasn't the reason she didn't want to spar with him. She was actually shy. Sparring with Zaeryn would be awkward and way too intimate for her nerves.

"He survived a Fade," Zelda said dryly. "He won't break. Get to it."

Yuna let out a small, defeated sigh, her cheeks flushing pink as she stepped closer to him. She moved with a hesitation that was entirely different from the other Warladies-in-training. She didn't look like she wanted to dominate him; she looked like she was terrified of scratching him.

Zaeryn couldn't help but grin. After the hostility of Leia and the intensity of Mireille, Yuna's genuine concern was adorable.

"Hey," he said, stepping into the circle and dropping into a loose stance. "Don't look so worried. I promise I'm sturdier than I look."

Yuna offered a small, shaky smile, shifting her weight. "It's not that," she murmured, her voice soft. "It's just… " she almost said it, however it would sound so awkward so she pivoted. "your uniform is new. I'd hate to ruin it."

Zaeryn laughed. "I think the uniform can take it. Come on, show me what you've got."

"Okay," she whispered. "But… tell me if I'm going too fast."

They began. Unlike the brawl with Leia, this was a dance. Yuna was fast, surprisingly so, but her movements were precise and fluid rather than brutal. She deflected his strikes with soft palms, guiding his momentum rather than crashing into it.

Zaeryn tried to sweep her leg, but she anticipated it, hopping lightly over his foot. She spun, slipping inside his guard, and placed a palm gently against his chest to push him off balance.

He grabbed her wrist, pulling her in, but she used his own force against him. With a small gasp of exertion, she twisted, tripping him.

They went down together, but it wasn't a hard slam. Yuna instinctively grabbed his shoulders to break his fall, landing on top of him with a soft thud.

The impact knocked the wind out of him for a second, but mostly because of the sudden weight of her body pressed fully against his.

Time seemed to freeze.

Yuna hovered over him, her knees bracketing his hips. Her hands were pressed into the mat on either side of his head, her face inches from his. Her hair had fallen forward, creating a curtain that shut out the rest of the gym.

Her eyes went wide as she realized the position they were in. She wasn't just pinning him; she was straddling him.

"Oh!" she gasped, her face turning a brilliant, ripe shade of crimson. "I… I didn't mean to… are you okay?"

Zaeryn looked up at her. Up close, her eyes were a warm, filled with a frantic, sweet concern that made his chest tighten. She smelled like vanilla and fresh rain, a stark contrast to the sweat and ozone of the training hall.

He didn't push her off. Instead, he offered a smirk.

"I'm great," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. "Actually, this is the most comfortable I've been all day. You can pin me anytime, Yuna."

The blush spread down her neck. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish, completely flustered by the flirtation. She looked like she wanted to move, but she seemed frozen by his gaze, caught in the sudden, electric tension between them.

"I… you… that's not… this is training!" she stammered, though she didn't scramble away immediately. Her gaze flickered down to his lips, then back up to his eyes, panic warring with a sudden, shy curiosity.

"Is it?" Zaeryn teased, shifting slightly beneath her. "Feels like we're bonding."